In the stillness of a fractured night,  
Where shadows whisper and darkness bites,  
A world once pure now bears the scar,  
Of horrors hidden, cold and far.

In schools where laughter once did ring,  
Now echoes of despair take wing,  
Little lives, so soft and small,  
Entangled in a cruel, dark thrall.

From babes too young to understand,  
To youth whose dreams are slipped from hand,  
The innocence of ages lost,  
To brutal hands, at tragic cost.

The weight of evil, deep and vast,  
Crushes dreams and shadows cast,  
We stand in shame, our spirits torn,  
In a world where hope seems worn.

Bloodstains on our hands and hearts,  
In a world where cruelty never parts,  
Kidnapped souls and tortured cries,  
Silent pleas beneath darkened skies.

Yet in this abyss, we must ignite,  
A fierce, unyielding, blazing light,  
To rise above the pain and cry,  
To mend the world, to fight, to try.

For every tear and every scream,  
For broken hearts and shattered dreams,  
We vow to heal, to shield, to mend,  
To stand for justice, to defend.

In the face of darkness, we’ll unite,  
To cast away the endless night,  
To reclaim humanity's lost grace,  
And bring back light to every face

When something small begins to stray,  
From where it’s meant to hide away,  
It interrupts the face’s grace,  
And leaves a mark out of its place.

A gentle touch, a careful glide,  
Will guide it back to where it hides,  
Restoring calm, the look refined,  
A simple act, so well-aligned.

کیوں دفن ہوا،  
کیسے اور کب میں الجھا ذہن،  
کہاں اور کیا میں کھو گیا۔

Buried is Why ?
By the  How….
Confused by  When…
Lost by  Where.
Busy with What

Sunny day,  
Crowded street,  
Distributing dates,  
Pictures taken,  
Published on social media.  

I urge you to stop this,  
Charity is great  
When done from the heart,  
Not publicized,  
But quietly felt.  

Let the act itself  
Be the light,  
Not the shadow  
Of recognition.  
True kindness needs no stage,  
Only the sincerity  
Of a giving hand.

Heavy rains fall,
No shelter in sight,
The only path forward is to walk,
Each step soaked in the downpour,
Clothes cling, hair drips,
Drenched, with no escape.

Nature whispers its lessons,
In the rhythm of the rain,
Sometimes, there is no avoiding,
No resisting,
Only acceptance,
And the quiet strength to move on.

It’s a blessing to have this space,  
Where we express without disgrace.  
Unfortunate are those who hide,  
Feelings their loved ones can’t abide.

They get irritated, turn away,  
When you repeat what you must say.  
Don’t blame them, though it's hard to deal,  
When you can’t control the way you feel.

Worse it gets when sickness stays,  
And ridicule darkens your days.  
In the end, you choose the quiet,  
Keep it in, avoid the riot.

Yet silence fuels the growing strain,  
Till it erupts in hurt and pain.  
Confusion stirs within your mind,  
To speak or leave your voice behind.

Live your life, or live their way,  
This turmoil grows with each passing day.  
You wait for peace that never comes,  
Bearing the weight till you’re undone.

Financial burdens press you down,  
Your health declines, their voices drown.  
Nagging echoes, constant fight,  
How do others bear this plight?

Darkness all around,  
Silence echoes through the night,  
Each heart stands alone,  
In a world of self and shade,  
Where their own path takes the lead.

Seeking our likeness,  
In moments of dire need,  
Do we lend a hand,  
Or turn away, indifferent—  
The choice shapes who we become.

Infinite journey,  
Arrives, lives, then fades away..
Memory's erased.…

The Illusion of Separation

How can we harbor hate in our hearts,  
When the stars we gaze upon  
Shine upon all,  
A creation of the same endless sky,  
Each soul a flicker of the divine?  
Rumi spoke of love that transcends,  
A bridge to the beloved,  
Where differences dissolve like mist at dawn.  
Plato pondered the forms, the essence,  
A realm where shadows are mere reflections,  
Where truth is a shared light,  
A harmony unseen by eyes alone.

Yet here we are, divided,  
By borders of the mind,  
By lines drawn in the sand,  
Forgetting that the earth beneath us  
Knows no such bounds.  
We speak different tongues,  
We walk different paths,  
But beneath the surface,  
Our hearts beat in unison,  
Our spirits yearn for the same light.

She came with hope, eyes full of dreams,  
For her girl’s bright future, or so it seems.  
The weight of the world on her weary heart,  
Seeking help where she could, doing her part.

The first time, a hand was given,  
To lift her from the dark she was driven.  
The second time, the heartstrings pulled,  
In a world where kindness should never be dulled.

But now, the third time she stands before,  
And you can’t offer what you did before.  
Your own struggles, your own despair,  
Leave you feeling helpless, it’s so unfair.

You see the pain in her tear-stained eyes,  
The desperation, the silent cries.  
She’s knocked on doors, begged and pleaded,  
But at each one, her hopes receded.

Rejected, ignored, turned away,  
Still, she rises, day by day.  
Her girl’s future, a distant star,  
Yet a mother’s love travels far.

You wish you could do more, give again,  
But your hands are tied, you feel the strain.  
Yet know this truth, hold it close,  
Your compassion is a gift, the most.

For sometimes, it’s not the help you give,  
But the understanding, the will to live.  
To feel her pain, to share her plight,  
Is to stand with her in this fight.

So don’t feel useless, don’t feel small,  
You’ve done your part, you’ve answered the call.  
And though you can’t help as before,  
Your empathy, your care—mean so much more.

Sometimes,  
Sometimes most of the time,  
I feel nothing.  
Nothing at all.

No joy or sorrow,  
No rise or fall,  
Just a quiet void,  
A distant, hollow call.

Emotions fade,  
Like shadows on a wall,  
Leaving only echoes,  
Of nothing at all.

I search within,  
For something to hold,  
But find only silence,  
A story untold.

Sometimes,  
Sometimes most of the time,  
I feel nothing,  
And let the stillness fall.

Between ifs and whys,  
Life's questions softly whisper,  
Truths in doubt arise.

Infinite Programs  
Leading to Success …..
Searching for only one  
To Live with Failures ….

Looking up, I ask,
Is there one to hear my plea?
Listen once, I beg.

Cut from the Tree …
Thrown in the River …
Rough Flow ….
Twists and Turns ..
Bruise and Cuts.
Going with the Flow….

Every Moment ……
Endless Turmoil ……
Complete Broken ….
Some are won ….
Some are lost ….
Emotions Absent…..
Patience Infinite …..
Rewards Awaited…
Cycle Continues….

Protects you
Day and Night
Makes you Unique
Share all the Information.
You are always appreciated
While I am discarded

With heart and soul, I ventured forth so bold,
To climb the peaks and reach the distant goal.
Dreams carried high, I faced the tide so cold,
Through paths so tough, I played my destined role.

Through nights of doubt and days of endless strain,
I chased the light through sun and pouring rain.
In every fall, in every step of pain,
I found my strength, a fire within to reign.

And though the stars seemed ever far from sight,
My spirit shone, a beacon in the night.
For in my quest, no fear could take the light,
I lived with grace, embraced my inner might.

Though victory may not have been my prize,
I lived with courage, and at least I tried.

Mirror on the Wall.
Endless Talk …

It’s strange, we say we’re in control, but nothing’s in our hands,
We live in a grand illusion, following life’s hidden plans.
We think we guide our journey, but the script is written deep,
In endless loops, we walk, as fate its secrets keeps.

Do you not ponder on the loop, the endless, hidden dance,
Where only when conditions meet, we glimpse a second chance?
Do you not wonder why some souls align with yours so true,
While others drift apart, their paths not intertwined with you?

A piece of bread, a bit of wealth, possessions we attain,
The clothes we wear, the loves we choose, all part of fate’s refrain.
What’s meant for you will find its way, what’s not will pass you by,
So flow with life, accept its course, beneath the boundless sky.

Break free from these routines, seek answers to the hows and whys,
In silent moments, find your peace beneath the starry skies.
Embrace the journey, trust the path, let mysteries unfold,
For in the flow, you'll find your way, as destiny is told.

I find no interest in your daily deeds,
Nor in the company that fulfills your needs.
Your attire, your pet, your meals each night,
These details fail to bring delight.

I care not for tales without validation,
For truth alone sparks contemplation.
Governance shifts from poor to worse,
An endless cycle, a binding curse.

Your thoughts of me, like fleeting air,
Are weightless whispers I need not bear.
In the realm of mind and soul, I dwell,
Unbound by notions others tell.

Failures shadow me,
Sunrise whispers, "Try again,"
Hope in each new day.

Millions of thoughts, an empty mind,
Searching for purpose, losing time.
Passion gone, interest fades,
Business struggles, debts cascade.

Stuck in a rut, years go by,
Losses grow, dreams seem to die.
Trapped in debt, feeling alone,
No one to talk to, all on your own.

Nights are long, days are gray,
Hopes and dreams seem far away.
But deep inside, a spark remains,
A whisper calls through all the pain.

To rise above, break the mold,
A story of courage yet to be told.
Amid the dark, a light is found,
A chance to turn life back around.

With each step, a new chance grows,
In the garden of tomorrow, hope still sows.
Though the path is rough and steep,
It's dreams pursued that hearts shall keep.

So stand tall, embrace the fight,
For in the darkest hour, stars shine bright.
Though life is hard and challenges steep,
It's in the journey that dreams we keep.

As empty as I am now,
Nothing exists but me.
No dreams, no purpose found,
Just wandering aimlessly.

How can emptiness be so vast,
A chasm deep and wide?
Can't even feel this void,
As if it tries to hide.

Body and soul entwined,
A shadow and a ghost.
Waiting for a whisper,
From something once known most.

In the stillness of the night,
A riddle yet untold.
Seeking hidden answers,
To make this heart a home.

Peace, love's gentle calm
Soothes the soul's darkest night's pain
Healing hearts entwine

In a realm of nails and walls,  
Where hammers echo their calls,  
One last nail, by fate ordained,  
Misses its mark, the hand is pained.  

The nail, innocent in its stance,  
The wall claims victim in the dance,  
The hammer, guided, seeks no blame,  
While the hand, wounded, shares its pain.  

Amidst the chorus of guilt and plea,  
In this realm of responsibility,  
It's the wall that bears the weight,  
For in the end, it seals its fate.  

In the tapestry of fault and strife,  
The wall alone carries the price,  
For in this tale of nail and hand,  
The wall, in silence, takes its stand.

In the endless maze, trapped, alone,
Lost forever, a silent groan.
Then, a figure, a guiding star,
Showing the way, near and far.

Endless thanks, to him we send,
Till eternity, our gratitude won't end.
Yet few recall, in memory's net,
The one who saved, lest we forget.

Forgotten by most, in the shadow's fold,
Trapped forever, in stories untold.
But in our hearts, the memory stays,
Of the special one, in eternal praise.

Done ….

Whenever I read the News.
I just close my eyes.

Whenever I go back in Time.
I just close my eyes.

When I have to pay back to Soceity
I just close my eyes.

When I think about you
I just close my eyes.

For what a Fool I was
Not to Realise Earlier
That its not important
As to What  we get
It is What we loose.

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Hundreds of them..
Echos of Silence.

Some have names.
While others are lost…

Few are remembered
Rest are forgotten.

Not one is worried.
Memories Buried.

Long Roads
Narrow Streets
Abundance of Talent
Await Recognition
Very Few Succeed
Endless Wait for the Rest.
The Show Goes On.

It the end
It was always about
Money or Power.
Or both.

In the realm of endless waiting,
Where talent endlessly flaunts,
A symphony of yearning souls,
A dance of dreams in endless taunts.

Few cross the threshold, fate in their stride,
To the other side where glory resides.
Fame whispers promises, a tempting song,
A journey awaited, though arduously long.

Yet, the others stand in helpless gaze,
Watching dreams like distant haze.
Talents showcased, a silent plea,
Wandering when their time will be.

Patience, a virtue, some endure,
While others surrender, dreams unsure.
Daily battles, relentless they fight,
Some strive for dawn, some embrace the night.

Their talent, a double-edged sword,
A gift and curse in one accord.
To perform, day by day,
In the wait for their moment's ray.

A stage awaits, the spotlight keen,
For those who persist, remain unseen.
In the rhythm of life's silent sound,
They wait to be found, dreams unbound.

THEY MAKE
SO AS TO BREAK …….

THEY WRITE
SO AS TO FIGHT ………

THEY SAY
SO AS TO PREY ………….

Everyone…. Everyone….
Thinks they are Right….

In a vast, endless desert wide,
Few souls, weary, lost beside.
Thirsty, tired, under the sun's strong sway,
Comes a man, climbing day by day.

Up the mountain, he strives and fights,
Through day and night, reaching new heights.
An oasis found, a haven afar,
Guiding lost souls, like a guiding star.

Documenting the path with care,
For future generations to be aware.
Some follow the way, others stray,
In circles they go, to return one day.

In the complexity of fate's dance, you looked into my eyes, discovering a mysterious stranger.

Inside, courage remained dormant, and each moment reflected the silent struggles of a lover.

Her eyes held a universe of unspoken emotions, constrained by the relentless pressure of society.

So much of Water
Too Little Buckets
Spillage is But Natural
Alas it falls on the Tables
Dried to come back
Cycle Continues
Millions of Years
Ensuring that every droplet
Enters the Bucket….

Soul's journey, like water's flow,
From realms unknown to Earth, they go.
Buckets few, spills are bound,
Life's dance, a cycle profound.

On earthly tables, they briefly rest,
Droplets of spirit, each a guest.
Dried to return, a timeless spree,
A cosmic cycle, the soul's journey.

Millions of years, this celestial spin,
Unique droplets, each with a kin.
Back and forth, they play their part,
In the grand dance, a cosmic art.

Extreme Uniqueness
Strong and Sturdy
Eventually falls apart.
Food , Clothes , Beliefs or Languages.
None escape.

Endless striving, a cycle unrestrained,
Attempts that falter, efforts sustained.
Persisting through failure, undeterred,
In pursuit of dreams, the soul stirred.

What drives us forward, relentless in try?
Is it the goal's allure or lessons from sky?
Unaware, perhaps, of a truth concealed,
"Having lacks pleasure rather than wanting”

Destiny's playful twist,
Time's labyrinth unfolds,
Optimism in every thread.

Are we simple souls
Packed  in flesh and bones.
Living in the present
Accepting or Rejecting
Experiencing a War
Inside and Outside.
Day after Day
Night after Night.
Wins or Loss.
Hardly matters.
Simple Souls are we not.
Who leave after a while..

The more you test me
The more the faith I have.
No matter what happens now.
Faith in you will always be there.  

For even in Pain
For even in Rejections
For even in Losses
Faith in you will always be there.

Whatever happens will happen.
Nothing more or less can be done.
The worst may be yet to come.
Faith in you will always be there.  

Acceptance is only solution.
Resisting is of no use.
For what ever will happen will happen.
Faith in you will always be there.

You may run from it.
You may simply ignore it.
You may forget it.
But when the time comes….
It will surely catch up with you.
One day or another.

Dare to dream, either big or small
Dare to dream, rather not at all
It gives u joy, it gives u hope
With all the odds u can cope

Don't go aimless, for the fear
Of your life going haywire
Sky is the limit, aim for the stars
As u start achieving, raise the bars..

Written by Iram.